Moved to miidnighters

Bella Rose. I guess you could say I'm a night owl. Independent, non-fandom OC roleplay account. Selective. Possibly triggering material may be found. The Clare Bowen icons used are not mine, however all of the 'vampire' ones are, so please do not steal! Est. June 14, rebooted May 15.

[vampirxsms]

As the shitty two-second graphic would suggest, I’ve moved literally less than a month after I restarted this one I’m horrible ! I’ve made the decision to combine my three OC blogs into one multi muse blog, and start fresh on a new account, miidnighters. Working across three dashboards was getting really stressful for me, not to mention having three browsers open all the time was freezing my computer more often than I could use it.

I’ll be continuing most of my threads on the new blog, though I will be dropping some that don’t click with me properly or are pretty small. Everything else will stay primarily the same except, you know, I’m reblogging from a new place!

[vampirxsms]

As the shitty two-second graphic would suggest, I’ve moved literally less than a month after I restarted this one I’m horrible ! I’ve made the decision to combine my three OC blogs into one multi muse blog, and start fresh on a new account, miidnighters. Working across three dashboards was getting really stressful for me, not to mention having three browsers open all the time was freezing my computer more often than I could use it.

I’ll be continuing most of my threads on the new blog, though I will be dropping some that don’t click with me properly or are pretty small. Everything else will stay primarily the same except, you know, I’m reblogging from a new place!

[vampirxsms]

texts || belladancerella

gemma: i really wanna kiss you again too

bella: good. we should meet up and do that then

[vampirxsms]

texts || belladancerella

gemma: because i kissed you?

gemma: wait do you like me like... that?

bella: I guess so

bella: in the sense that i really want to kiss you again

[vampirxsms]

texts || belladancerella

gemma: really?

gemma: you're not mad?

bella: why would i be mad?

bella: i like you, i like kisses...

[aristxcratic]

“Oh, sounds kinda lonely.” Connor hums, “I have a dog. I got him awhile ago. It’s nice to have someone.” Connor was prying a little, but he really didn’t find too much harm in it.

[vampirxsms]

“It can be, but I’ve been alone for a while, so I’m kind of used to it.” Bella offers a small shrug and an even smaller smile. “Tell me more about your dog.”

[aristxcratic]

“I have to be home soon, but I could stay for a little while…” he whispers, licking his lower lip a bit. He shuffles behind her to the living room, sitting down on a comfy looking chair. He sunk down on it, glancing at her, “Do you live here by yourself?”

[vampirxsms]

“Yeah, I do. I keep meaning to rent the second room out, but I’m very sensitive to roommates.” Bella shrugs, folding herself up on another chair. “Maybe I should get a cat or something.” No, she wouldn’t do that.

[mythologied-archive]

❛Luckily, there are no pictures of the attempt,❜ he replies with a smile. He nods. ❛Yeah, that makes sense. I’m just being myself, so. Hm. I hope my stuff is safe at the hostel without me. Oh well.❜

[vampirxsms]

“Shame.” Bella laughs, unlocking the door and pushing it open. Inside was an explosion of colour, the blonde’s attempt to bring the sunlight in. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. It’s only one night, you can grab it in the morning.”

[aristxcratic]

“Nice to meet you, Bella.” he said with a soft smile, biting his lower lip as she took the bloodied cloth  back, “I don’t think you’re going to hurt me.” Connor says quickly, shaking his head, “Sorry, I’m fine. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

[vampirxsms]

“No, you’ve not made me uncomfortable.” Bella dismisses his worries with a hand. “Please don’t think that you have. You just seemed a little worried is all. Y’know, you should probably stay here a little while longer so that I can make sure that doesn’t start bleeding again. The living room’s in there if you want to get comfy.”

[atelophxbiia-archived]

                              “ && they all must’ve been pretty awful before me, eh? ”

           as he speaks, his eyebrows  raise  teasingly.  deep down, he K N O W S            it’s not working on her. but his personality frankly couldn’t care less. it’s            in his nature to keep T R Y I N G && he’ll be damned if he fights it. 

                      speaking of INSTINCTS && NATURE, by the by, it is in neither of those that                       children fall into. because it’s a general rule that emrys simply doesn’t have                       the natural finesse to know how to deal with small humans 

 { they’re like cats right? give them food && a littler box && they’ll be O K ? }

                               which is the true root of his fascination. well—up until bella stars speaking                                to him && mentions something about C L E A N I N G . 

       “ M O I ? ” 

                    as he speaks, he looks down at the wide-eyed jonah, who clearly                     was an english speaker, considering the fascinated yet very con-                     fused look on  his  sticky  little  face.  emrys frowns at him before                     looking at bella. 

          “ voyons donc! je ne suis pas une mère! pourquoi vous ne pas lui nettoyer? “

  when he looks at the child again, he feels a faint P A N G of guilt—   which he covers with a gentle pat to the sticky thing’s head before   looking at the blonde again; D I S P L E A S E D .

[vampirxsms]

“Oh yes. You are the epitome of every man I’ve ever met.”

This time her laugh is real, mostly due to the ridiculous wiggling of his eyebrows. Human men’s - no, all men’s - fascination with charming a woman would never fail to amuse her, should she live another three hundred years. 

"Oui toi!"

Like she was going to just drop what she was doing to clean Jonah up when he was sitting right next to the boy. Honestly.

At the follow up objection, however, Bella turns slowly, one eyebrow raised dangerously. He’s lucky she doesn’t throw her dishtowl at him - or worse, considering her easily-triggered murderous streak.

"Donc, parce que je suis une femme que je dois faire? N'êtes-vous pas capable de ramasser un mouchoir? Vous pouvez aussi bien être un enfant vous-même. Honnêtement. Juste essuyer le visage du pauvre garçon.”

With that, she returns to her dishes, still mumbling under her breath in French about the  audacity of men in this age to still assume that caring for children was ‘woman’s work’.

[aristxcratic]

“Connor.” he says with a shrug, finishing up with cleaning himself off, “What’s your name?” Connor asks, biting his lower lip hard as she looked at him. It made him nervous.

[vampirxsms]

“Bella.” She smiles gently, taking the cloth back. “You don’th ave to worry, I’m not going to hurt you.” He looked awfully nervous, after all.

[aristxcratic]

“No, no, no.” he says, shaking his head, “I’ll wash it at the laundry mat later. It’s okay.” he took the cloth from her and began to wipe the blood away from his face. His nose wasn’t broke, so that was good.”

[vampirxsms]

She leans against the counter, arms crossed over her chest as she watches him. “What’s your name, kid?” Bella had to wonder exactly how often he ran into doors like that.

[aristxcratic]

Connor dropped his bag at his feet, rummaging around until he found his clean t-shirt. He took off the dirt one, and slipped on his clean t-shirt, “Sorry bout this, really, I’m okay.”

[vampirxsms]

“It’s not like you’re putting me out any, sweetheart.” She says gently, running a cloth under some water and handing it to him. He might not like it if she cleaned it off herself. “Do you want me to put that in the wash or anything?”

[aristxcratic]

He swallowed hard, following behind the woman, his head hung low, “I did. I ran right into it…I wasn’t paying attention.”

[vampirxsms]

Bella just sighed, holding open the door to her extremely colourful home and indicating that he should enter first. “All right.”

[aristxcratic]

       “F-Fucking shit…Ow, please don’t touch it        okay? I’ll be fine. I ran into a door is all.”

[vampirxsms]

“That’s bullshit if I ever heard it. Come on, come inside, lets get you cleaned up.”

[vampirxsms]

ankurbhatti:

“I am already late.” He glances up at the dark sky as he says so, then down to her. “I suppose a longer delay will not make a worse first impression.”

He smiles lightly at her. “But being seen with… a skirt in the shadows,” he quotes- perhaps paraphrases- “certainly will. Perhaps we can arrange something else. Where do you… sleep?”

He has no personal concern for the girl, of course, but he supposes even she knows more of the nuances of the interactions between their own species in this country than he does- she may be useful for the time being.

“I don’ sleep.” She corrects, though there’s no irritation in her voice. It’s merely a fact of her bloodline. “Bu’ there’s a little house jus’ up the road tha’ I stay in durin’ the day.” Isabella pauses. From the outside, it looked much like all the other houses that lined the street. 

“I’ll go ahead an’ pu’ a candle in the window so y’know which door t’knock on.” she says with a nod. It would also give her an opportunity to divest herself of her bloody blouse before his arrival.

Stepping bac, she smiles. “Give me jus’ a coupl’a minutes and you’ll be fine t’come by. Get yourself all cleaned up an’ then you can be on your way again.”

[vampirxsms]

O p e n

“Do I have to flash you my tits to get you to pay attention to me?”

Don’t think she won’t - her hands are already clutching the bottom hem of her sweater threateningly as she glares at you.